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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 2:55pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: she's got everything delightful...

lol - my S.O. lets me keep the extended jams going and has me skip all the vocal portions!!! i kid you not!

she is no deadhead by any stretch - can't stand them - but is into free form jazz, Coltrane, Davis, Kimock, and the ilk. Loves Jerry's playin, but vociferously vomits upon the first vocal attempt at singing. oh well, i'll take what i can get.

She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Kind, supportive, loving to a fault, with a good slap upside the head with a ball-peen hammer when necessary.... just the kind of woman i need in my life. Puts up with no shit - like no woman should - but is forgiving to a fault after a sitting down and working things out. The warmest eyes a man could ever gaze into. Beautiful both inside and out. I hope all of you are as lucky as me.

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Poster: patkelley Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:10pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: she's got everything delightful...

That's really nice dire. I was hoping that you and some of the other regular posters would respond. Here's to a good night.

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:19pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: she's got everything delightful...

you too my friend - thanks for posting this subject - my Girl gets little mention here compared to how much she means to my life - you opened up the door to let me put her on the board even for just a moment

thanks man!!! i appreciate that - it felt good

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Poster: deadmax Date: Mar 1, 2007 3:30pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: she's got everything delightful...

Mine never says a word and even likes the Dead. At a show one time they were playin Wharfrat, she asked what the name of it was and I told her, then we got into the song and then the crowd (you know how it was, we were on the floor in the back with the crazies). After a while she she asked what song was playing now, I told her it was the same song. Without missing a beat she said, "that poor rat!"

Now of course you had to be there, but it goes to show what a good sport she is about the Dead.

I accidentally put some Dead on my 9-year-old's iPOD. SHe loves it! Listens to it by choice.

I'll tell you, I really got lucky.

Thanks for making my think about it. I'll have to tell her now.

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 3:44pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: she's got everything delightful...

cool max - always good to have thoughts pulled out of the memory huh???

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Poster: rastamon Date: Mar 1, 2007 3:52pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: she's got everything delightful...

Neil Diamond shines on...

Hello, my friend, hello
Its good to need you so
Its good to love you like I do
And to feel this way
When I hear you say
Hello

Hello, my friend, hello
Just called to let you know
I think about you every night
And I know its late
But I couldnt wait
Hello

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:14pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

OK people - test time!!!! - name the poet (the reference is obvious - no cheating!!!!!)

So I would hear out those lungs,
The air split into nine levels,
Some gift of tongues of the whistler

In the invalid's bed: my mother,
Warbling all day to herself
The thousand variations of one song;

It is called Buckdancer's Choice.



Let's see who really know's their Dead - like i said NO CHEATING!!!!!!!!!

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:31pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

oh - cmon! - no one!!

(without googling of course)

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Poster: rastamon Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:38pm
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no idea...uhhhh Uncle John wrote it???

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:43pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

inspiration for uncle john's lyrics

hint - the poet wrote a novel that was turned into a famous movie about the south - nasty flick

famous line from the movie "you've got a pertie mouth" (dead giveaway for all you movie buffs)

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:55pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

i'll leave this one for my brother poet-in-residence Arbuthnot.

let's see what his recall/knowledge is like

i'll admit- this is a tough one

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Poster: desact Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:56pm
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Here is my favorite line from a James Dickey poem, one called "Adultery":


"We have all been in rooms
We cannot die in, and they are odd places, and sad."

Is that not awesome?

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 4:58pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

are you tryin to be coy?? - lol

one of my favorite poets - and obviously Hunter liked him too.

Very nicely done man!!! I'm impressed!!!!!!!

and nice quote!!!

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:00pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

actually - ive read that before - and it just hit me in a different way just now

maybe i'm just flashbacking my friend - but that was really weird - don't know why you pulled those lines up - but that was really powerful

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Poster: desact Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:16pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

Dickey was a great writer--really down to earth. Sometimes down and dirty, too, of course. I've never forgotten those lines since the first time I read them.

Oh, and Rasta, I like the Auden, too.

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Poster: high flow Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:29pm
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Hey desact - I was lurking at DH recently and saw the link to your published article.

Congrats.

Really interesting article. Most folks never have to think about such tasteless marketing tactics. I am inspired by your spirit and tenacity.

Thanks for sharing your experience.

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Poster: desact Date: Mar 1, 2007 6:52pm
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Thank you, HF. I really appreciate that.

and Dire, yes and yes. I hunted down the "Genesis" poem. Damn good.

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:43pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

i didnt see that high flow - damn

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:14pm
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incredible lines (infortunately hit a little too close to home in my past)

Look up "Reading Genesis to a Blind Child" for a purely visceral powerful touching poem which will blow your mind. I'm pretty sure one of his boys from his first marriage was blind. The texture of the language and the imagarey in relation to that texture just reaches off the page and you feel as if you ARE that blind child. Very powerful.

Glad you knew the poet man - very nice!!! kudos!!! that was a tough one

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:19pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

you an english person by the way??? or just a poetry fan??

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Poster: rastamon Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:22pm
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indeed! One of WH Auden's finest

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:29pm
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i'm not as familiar with Auden as i should be - me must read

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Poster: rastamon Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:07pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS

"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead"

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Poster: smi2les Date: Mar 1, 2007 6:57pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS -Re: she's got everything delightful...

...as thoughts deny their honesty,
and words costume as cheer
...we'll hide ourselves like enemies,
when signs of love bring fear.

the difference between a whore and a bitch is;
a whore does everybody
a bitch does everybody but you.

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Poster: Fishead Date: Mar 2, 2007 9:02am
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sorta like anna nichole ...huh....

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Poster: smi2les Date: Mar 2, 2007 5:31pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TEST TIME DEADHEADS -Re: she's got everything delightful...

SORTA LIKE A FADING CALIS'D BLISTER.

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Poster: ducats Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:06pm
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Kalifornia? based on a book by 2 people?

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 1, 2007 5:14pm
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Deliverance - from the 70's

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Poster: smi2les Date: Mar 1, 2007 7:09pm
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another one from the base daze..........

been thinking about my culture and the thinks we like to do,
seem we party all night long, and sometimes the next day too, well we put thing up are noses, and we hold thing in our lungs, when we want to take a trip, we just put thing on our tongues, but we ain't out to hurt nobody, so make us buy some guns.

now where's my watch ?

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Poster: smi2les Date: Mar 1, 2007 7:07pm
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you must be into canoing

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Poster: ghostofpig Date: Mar 2, 2007 5:00am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: This un's fer DIre

I went to grad school at Emory with Jimmy's grandaughter--dated her for a while--and met Dickey often. The man loved his whiskey!

Below is a poem inspired by a jar kept at Fernbank museum which allegedly held the stillborn remains of a sheep-boy--the result of a coupling between a farmhand and a sheep. My country boy Southern Lit. prof really loved this one. And he loved to drink with J.D.



Don't know why this reminds me on someone on the board, a Scottsman perhaps?



The Sheep Child
by James L. Dickey

Farm boys wild to couple
With anything with soft-wooded trees
With mounds of earth mounds
Of pinestraw will keep themselves off
Animals by legends of their own:
In the hay-tunnel dark
And dung of barns, they will
Say I have heard tell

That in a museum in Atlanta
Way back in a corner somewhere
There’s this thing that’s only half
Sheep like a woolly baby
Pickled in alcohol because
Those things can’t live. his eyes
Are open but you can’t stand to look
I heard from somebody who ...

But this is now almost all
Gone. The boys have taken
Their own true wives in the city,
The sheep are safe in the west hill
Pasture but we who were born there
Still are not sure. Are we,
Because we remember, remembered
In the terrible dust of museums?

Merely with his eyes, the sheep-child may

Be saying saying

I am here, in my father’s house.
I who am half of your world, came deeply
To my mother in the long grass
Of the west pasture, where she stood like moonlight
Listening for foxes. It was something like love
From another world that seized her
From behind, and she gave, not lifting her head
Out of dew, without ever looking, her best
Self to that great need. Turned loose, she dipped her face
Farther into the chill of the earth, and in a sound
Of sobbing of something stumbling
Away, began, as she must do,
To carry me. I woke, dying,

In the summer sun of the hillside, with my eyes
Far more than human. I saw for a blazing moment
The great grassy world from both sides,
Man and beast in the round of their need,
And the hill wind stirred in my wood,
My hoof and my hand clasped each other,
I ate my one meal
Of milk, and died
Staring. From dark grass I came straight

To my father’s house, whose dust
Whirls up in the halls for no reason
When no one comes piling deep in a hellish mild corner,
And, through my immortal waters,
I meet the sun’s grains eye
To eye, and they fail at my closet of glass.
Dead, I am most surely living
In the minds of farm boys: I am he who drives
Them like wolves from the hound bitch and calf
And from the chaste ewe in the wind.
They go into woods into bean fields they go
Deep into their known right hands. Dreaming of me,
They groan they wait they suffer
Themselves, they marry, they raise their kind.

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Poster: Fishead Date: Mar 2, 2007 9:47am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: This un's fer DIre

Into Darkness

Silence shrouds the forest
As the birds announce the dawn
Three trav'llers ford the river
And southward journey on
The road is lined with peril
The air is charged with fear
The shadow of his nearness
Weighs like iron tears



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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Mar 2, 2007 9:41am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: This un's fer DIre

Very cool post Ghost!!!! thanks for putting that one up man!! Must have been awesome meeting JD (never mind dating his granddaughter - lol, just kidding). I would have loved to meet a poet and man of letters of his caliber. I only recently pulled out his book of poetry to do some rereading and had almost forgotton how powerful and visceral his use of language and imagery can be.

Has been quite a long time since I read The Sheep Child. Reading lines 27-39 brought back how shocking/stunning yet strangely beautiful his poetry can be.

Time for me to go back and reread the poem again. Thanks again Ghost!! - much appreciated

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Poster: ghostofpig Date: Mar 2, 2007 11:18am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: This un's fer DIre

I had a great time back in the starving doctoral student days.
A week after I started, Woodruff (read coke!) gave Emory a zillion dollars, and did that money fly! Within a few years, our library became the repository of all sorts of scholarly papers, letters, manuscripts, etc. Dickey was one of the first to seed his section with a boat load of stuff. Quite a few notables wandered our way. Seamus Heaney (famous Shamus), became all but poet in residence.

But my greatest memory is not of a poet. Jimmy Carter came to roost at Emory around 1984 or so. He was "teaching" (read hanging out), and had his own repository in the library (before the Carter Center was built). One morning, as I'm stumbling up the hill waking up, I notice a couple of S.S. types rounding the corner. I knew it was Jimmy. As I approached him (he is very short), student papers, he stuck out his hand said, "A fellah professah." I shook his hand, and, gathering all my nerve, struck up a conversation. We talked about the importance of freshman comp (ha, ha); and I got up the gumption to ask him to step into my classroom for a minute and speak to my students.

He did. For an hour. Best class they had.

Nice guy after all. Even if he isn't much of a poet.